GLIMMER
I'm sitting alone in my room, when the blinds shut all by themselves. The vase an the table falls and shatters on the floor. I begin screaming as the lights start flickering.
Then everything goes dark, except I can make out a figure... it almost looks as if it could be Marvel. MARVEL! He's back!
"How are you here?! I thought I killed you!" I yell. He throws his head back and laughs evilly.
"You really didn't think I'd be gone forever, did you? You made my life miserable, so I'm gonna make the rest of yours just as bad!" He answers.
"Marvel, I won you lost! Get over it and quit being a sore loser. If you don't go back to your grave I will get rid of you myself." I yell.
"Like you could do that." Marvel spits. Then he disappears, and a floating knife moves my way.
"NOO! Stop I'll do anything!" I cry.
"Apologize to me." He says.
"Hold on." I reply. I pick up the phone and start dialing a number.
"You really think a phone is gonna save you? You can't possibly be that idiotic." He spits.
"Yes. Yes I do." I reply.
"Who are you gonna call?" Ghost Marvel asks. I look up at him and smirk.
"Ghost Busters."
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